My husband and I have been trying to have a baby for a while, back in November I had a miscarriage, and he left to cheat on me with his friend who "needed comfort after her abortion". We haven't recovered from that, I'll be the first to say it. The fights have gotten worse, to the point of being nearly constant, and it feels like basically all that's standing in the way is paperwork. And now I'm a week late. I'm never off by more than a day, and I'm terrified. It's not like I have a whole lot of time to decide if I think there's hope or not for this marriage to survive, and what I'm going to do if I think it won't. I just keep praying for a period that doesn't come, to take that decision out of my hands.

This post is depressing, have a photo of my cat waiting to be painted like a French girl to lighten the mood.

Edit 1/28: 9 days late, test was negative, if my uterus decides it doesn't wanna yeet itself by Monday I'll retest.